The relationship was always a little off kilter, sometimes rocky but exciting, never knowing what was coming next. I liked it that way. I’d had enough of the mundane. He was funny, witty, intriguing, intelligent and a pleasing lover. The loneliness I felt was assuaged by his presence. I thought he was everything I needed and wanted.
Suddenly, or maybe it was always there and I just didn’t want to see it, the relationship changed. It was only a small thing, but it wasn’t me. I thought this wouldn’t happen, I asked for it not to happen. He knew what the rules were. But it did.
I gave him a third second chance. I was desperate? It’s over now.